He gripped her calves and pushed her thighs toward her chest. Spreading her legs, he held her open. He dipped down and kissed her left thigh. Then her right. With each touch of his lips she shivered. He kissed the top of her sex, then her folds, lightly, teasing, making her want it so badly she was begging.
But he knew, deep down, she wouldn’t be the only one begging tonight. Because that’s what Penn did. She got him so dialed up that he didn’t know which end was up.
And that’s when he realized he didn’t care that he lost control when he was with her, because maybe Penn was exactly the safe space he needed to release some of his own demons.
He stopped his teasing, settling in, licking long lines up her folds, then on her clit. He sucked it into his mouth, and her hips shot off the mattress. She bucked against him, but he maintained his position. He kept it up, drawing out shivers and moans.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she whispered as her head fell back against the headboard. Her foot stomped on the bed beside his face. “You’re so good…”
He suctioned his mouth over her sex as his tongue worked double-time on her clit.
“That’s it,” she panted. “That’s it. Just like—”
He pressed a finger to her core and massaged her entrance.
“Oh, God. I’m coming.”
She broke apart. Her legs clamped against his ears, but he didn’t let up. He tongued her until her muscles relaxed. The lighter her body became, the lighter his licks. He swirled and swiped his tongue up and down, from side to side, gently caressing her pink, swollen flesh.
Moments later, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face from her body. “Break,” she whispered.
Her head was still resting back against the pillow. He crawled up her body, planting feather-l
ight kisses against her stomach, each nipple, the hollow of her neck. He hovered over her, aligning his face with hers. She raised her hand and brushed her thumb across his lips. A timid smile appeared. Then she kissed him. Fierce. Appreciative. Wanting more.
They broke apart, and she panted against his mouth, “I want to know everything about you, Cole. Let me in.” She placed her hand against his heart. Her palm was hot, moist from their lovemaking.
She pressed her lips to his again, but this time, it was the most intimate gesture he’d ever experienced.
He felt like he needed to say something, but he couldn’t. Not now. Maybe not ever. Not when he knew every word he said would be catalogued. Analyzed. And that was too dangerous. Because he knew, without a doubt, that every word he spoke would be the truth. And there would be no taking it back.
Instead, he returned his hand to her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. The moment her red-stained lips sought his, she lifted up and pushed his fingers inside her body, moving his hand just the way she wanted, fucking herself with his fingers. Taking from him exactly what she needed.
But once again, she wasn’t in control.
He took over, thrusting into her center and holding her hips down on the mattress with his free hand.
He made long movements, dipping inside her, then pulling out to circle her clit. Pushing inside, then pulling out. Over and over and over again.
“Yes, yes—”
Her breath was heavy on his neck where she’d buried her face.
“Yes, yes…ye—”
He yanked his hand away.
“Fucking hell!” Her eyes burned, drilling into him. “I was—” She panted. Unable to catch her breath. “So damn close. Why did you—?”
“I need more.”
He slipped his hands under the waist of her panties and pulled. He kissed his way down her legs as he dragged the satin toward her ankles, then kissed the tops of her feet after throwing the tiny scrap of fabric to the floor.
He rose to his knees, whipped off his shirt, and let his shorts fall to the bed. He grabbed her around the stomach and pulled her up onto all fours. He positioned himself behind her and grabbed his cock, then stroked it up and down her folds. Teasing her.
She looked over her shoulder, her eyes desperate, needy. “I have condoms in my suitcase.”
Christ. He wasn’t even thinking about condoms. He was too desperate to get inside her.